Once I discover why Lily was kidnapped, brought here to be used by any man willing to pay for her, and by whom, they are going to pay.
How the hell did I end up in a Hong Kong brothel with Lily MacKay?
The last time I saw her was five years ago. I had thought Lily was beautiful
then, although still a teenager and growing into her body. Now, she is a fucking gorgeous woman with all the right curves. Maybe a little too skinny, but that’s nothing a few good meals—which I doubt she’s been getting lately—won’t change.
It is clear that Lily doesn’t remember me. Although, I doubt anyone made an
impression on her at her father’s funeral. It was a cold and rainy October day, and I remember having to stand in the back of the overflowing church.
Everyone had loved Arthur MacKay. He was known not only for his
shrewdness in business but also for his kindness to all those around him. It didn’t matter if you were the CEO of the company he was trying to overtake or the janitor who cleaned the offices at night; he treated everyone with the same respect and kindness. MacKay was someone you wanted to emulate, someone to
look up to. I can already tell his daughter has that same sweetness, buried beneath her fear and anxiety.
For the short time I knew him, MacKay had been a great friend and mentor. I
would protect his daughter for his sake if for no other reason.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I need a few moments alone.
“Go into the bathroom and take all that junk off your face,” I tell Lily. Like the other women downstairs, she has enough makeup on for a whole circus of clowns. I find the overly made-up look wholly unattractive, as if they are trying to hide the ugliness within, ugliness I know Lily does not have.
Lily quickly stands and, arms crossed over her chest, scurries into the bathroom. I lose all concentration as I watch her shirt, my shirt, sway against the back of her thighs. Once the door clicks closed and I hear water running, I pick up the phone again.
Cell phones are not allowed on the premises for security purposes, so I had begrudgingly left mine at the hotel with my assistant, Trevor. Now that I need it, not having it makes me feel naked and vulnerable. How fucked up is that?
“Suite 211 please,” I tell the hotel operator and soon hear ringing.
Once Trevor answers, I don’t waste time putting him into action.
“Trevor, we have a situation. Grab my phone; I need you to send a text to Peter.” I can hear the rustling of him moving around the room, searching for the device.
“I’m all ready, sir, tell me what it should say,” he says after a minute.
“It should read, I want some fucking answers. ”
The thought that Peter knew Lily was here has my hands itching to wrap them around his throat. Images of dangling him in the air as he gasps for breath dampen the rage inside of me.
“Anything else, sir?” Trevor’s voice brings me back to the present.
“Yes. Send an email to Sansbury and tell him I want a report on the viability of switching all our business to Ban and Sons.”
Peter and I may want Robert’s company for our new enterprise, but that doesn’t mean I can’t also use them at Finch Distributing.
Surprisingly, I enjoyed spending time with Robert this evening. And truth be
told, I understand why he comes here for female company. Although he’s genuinely a nice guy, he’s also overweight, sweaty, and has a receding hairline.
Not that I’m an expert, but I doubt many women would find him attractive. At
home, only mercenary ones would pretend to be attracted to him. Here there is no pretense. These women get paid to enjoy his company and please him—it doesn’t matter if they’re attracted to him or not. I wonder if Robert has a frequent visitor rewards card and gets discounts?
Someday, I bet he picks one of the women he enjoys the most and takes her
home. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the woman he was with tonight. He’ll marry her, treat her like a princess, and in exchange, she’ll happily suck his cock, take it up the ass, and let him fuck her whenever he wants.
Robert grew in my estimation when he noticed Lily, and even though he didn’t recognize her, he was concerned as to what a young American woman
was doing here.
I can now see why Peter recommended him as a possible business partner; he’s someone I could see doing business with, but only if it benefits my own interests.
“Then email Maul,” I direct Trevor, returning my focus to our conversation.
“Tell her I want her to figure out a way to halt all dealings with LDC Limited, as of yesterday.” I want nothing to do with a company whose CEO attempted to grope Lily.
“Certainly sir, I’ll send Sansbury and Maul emails right away,” he promises.
“Will there be anything else?”
“Yes, I’ll be spending the night so … ”
“Sir, you’ve received a reply from Peter,” Trevor states surprised,
interrupting me.
